t."

"Oh, is he for K. D. B.?"

"Sent by Providence!" declared Blix. "They were born for each other.
Just see, K. D. B. is a good housekeeper, and wants a respectable
middle-aged gentleman. Captain Jack is a respectable middle-aged
gentleman, and wants a good housekeeper. Oh, and besides, I can read
between the lines! I just feel they would be congenial. If they know
what's best for themselves, they would write to each other right away."

"But wouldn't you love to be there and see them meet!" exclaimed Condy.

"Can't we fix it up some way," said Blix, "to bring these two
together--to help them out in some way?"

Condy smote the table and jumped to his feet.

"Write to 'em!" he shouted. "Write to K. D. B. and sign it Captain
Jack, and write to Captain Jack--"

"And sign it K. D. B.," she interrupted, catching his idea.

"And have him tell her, and her tell him," he added, "to meet at some
place; and then we can go to that place and hide, and watch."

"But how will we know them? How would they know each other? They've
never met."

"We'll tell them both to wear a kind of flower. Then we can know them,
and they can know each other. Of course as soon as they began to talk
they would find out they hadn't written."

"But they wouldn't care."

"No--they want to meet each other. They would be thankful to us for
bringing them together."

"Won't it be the greatest fun?"

"Fun! Why, it will be a regular drama. Only we are running the show,
and everything is real. Let's get at it!"

Blix ran into her room and returned with writing material. Condy
looked at the note-paper critically. "This kind's too swell. K. D. B.
wouldn't use Irish linen--never! Here, this is better, glazed with blue
lines and a flying bird stamped in the corner. Now I'll write for the
Captain, and you write for K. D. B."

"But where will we have them meet?"

This was a point. They considered the Chinese restaurant, the Plaza,
Lotta's fountain, the Mechanics' Library, and even the cathedral over
in the Mexican quarter, but arrived at no decision.

"Did you ever hear of Luna's restaurant?" said Condy. "By Jove, it's
just the place! It's the restaurant where you get Mexican dinners;
right in the heart of the Latin quarter; quiet little old-fashioned
place, below the level of the street, respectable as a tomb. I was
there just once. We'll have 'em meet there at seven in the evening.
No one is there at that hour. The place is